Paris was escorted through the party arm and arm with Jessica. She was vibing to the music, as they made their way over to these double doors with two security guards standing out front. She recognized them, which made her realize Shane had to have been somewhere near. They opened the doors for them leading into another private room. She now knew where her husband had disappeared. As she looked across the room, she discovered him over in a corner. A fat blunt hung from his lips, there was a glass of something brown next to him and they looked to be playing poker.
"Stay right here, I'll be back," Jessica yelled over the music into Paris' ear, and then she walked away.
Turning her attention away from her husband, Paris looked around the room as she waited. It wasn't as packed as the main floor, and people were up dancing and drinking.
There was a stripper pole in the middle of the room which kept the attention of most men in attendance. She watched as they lusted over the young woman who was now sliding her way down the pole, wishbone style. A black sheer thong was all that her wardrobe consisted of that night. And that's all she needed because the niggas in attendance hadn't stopped throwing money at the girl since she walked in the door. And they weren't throwing small bills.
As much as she despised Cameron, she had to give him his props, he knew how to build and promote a club. That was when she felt a hand slide down her back, around her waist, and to her ass, but when she looked over to the corner where her husband was, he was still in his seat. Jessica was still standing next to him as they talked.
Stepping away from whomever it was she pushed them back, but that didn't stop the drunken man from still pursuing her. "Don't act like that, what's your name?" He asked, his eyes low and his words slurring. Purposely trying to avoid a scene Paris attempted to walk away only for him to pull her back by her arm, "Stop! You're gonna get yourself killed!" She said, pushing the man's hands away from her once again. Unlike Shane, she didn't believe in unaliving a person for stupid shit and as stupid as the drunken fool in front of her was. She didn't want him to die because of it.
Slapping him, Paris pushed him again "Stop!" She said again
But he didn't stop, by now he had her by both arms. Pushing her into a corner, "Yo, What's your problem?" He said, her back hitting the wall. Looking around, Paris sighed. She didn't know who was watching her at that moment but she knew someone was, someone, somewhere always had eyes on her.
By the time he finished his sentence, she saw a fist fly past her face and into the jaw of the drunken fool who had been harassing her. She wasn't even surprised, she tried to warn him.
Paris looked up to see Shamar, everyone had stopped dancing, and all eyes were now on her brother-in-law and the drunk. "Turn the lights on," She could hear Cameron say from behind her.
The lights turned on and the music stopped, the music outside the private room was the only thing that could faintly be heard.
Then came Shane, exactly what she wanted to avoid. "What happened?" He asked
Paris was about to speak, but Shamar cut her off "Nigga can't keep his hands to himself, he went under her dress and up her thigh."
Turning to his wife, Shane looked her up and down "You alright?" He asked
"I'm fine, he's just drunk." She said
"Bitch, fuck you. I'm not drunk, fuckin stuck-up slut!"
She didn't react she looked directly at Shane, he was going to react for her. The words had barely left the man's mouth when Shane cocked his foot so far back, she grimaced already know what was about to happen. Shane kicked the man in his chin so hard his head flew back, blood and teeth flew out of his mouth and he was now unconscious.
